The story of justice as a Tucao servant

50. The end in flames, the dream of Hakoniwa of the Ferrance Empire

"Eh, eh, eh..."

Is the peaceful wind howling?

Nope?

That is a burning fire.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

Is it warm sparks dancing?

No!

That was the humming sound of the collapse of the once magnificent palace.

The world is burning.

The hungry crow greedily looked down on the pile of food from the sky.

Dead silence.

Same as back then.

Sure enough, I will never be able to avoid the end of this flame.

Same as the first time.

It was the same with Rollins.

Same as Parry back then....

After that, Anverode should be able to obtain that eternal peace, right?

Without humans, there would be no wars.

Enough is enough.

Farewell, then!Anverode!

Just press the switch.

——This is the last redemption of the righteous hero.

I'll call it, [judgment]

God, please be sure to accept, I offer you - my most sincere greetings!

"Enough! Stop it! Fay Avi!"

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Looking at the entrustment letter in his hand, the red-haired boy's hands were constantly shaking.

"Bastard... bastard!" Under the scorching flames of darkness, the letter returned to nothing without leaving ashes.

It was a request from the people of Pali to the righteous brave.

"Alan is fighting for this country! Those disgusting fools are going to betray him just because some moths fanned the flames! One moment they were still enjoying the glory of the country, but the next moment they abandoned him because of a small profit. "

"Ha—" The boy took a deep breath. "Such a disgusting thing is the people I want to protect! Haha!"

Attracted by the short-term profits promised by the merchants, coupled with the fact that this year's food production is not enough to sustain their livelihoods, the civilians in Parry and its surrounding areas decided to launch a revolution.

That letter of entrustment was exactly asking the young man to come to help in the battle.

'I hope that you, the righteous, can help us who are in dire straits and liberate Ferrance. 'This is its original text.

"How about, go to Pali together and kill them all, how about it?" The man with golden blue hair sighed, and uttered sweet and bewitching words in the young man's ear.

"...Of course to Gilman! Tell Allen to let him go back!" With a slap in the face of the man in the way, the boy jumped on his horse and ran in the direction of Roselis.

"Hey, that's great!" The man sighed with some regret, changed back into a miniature dragon, and flew away.

"Hey! It's too fast, wait for me!"

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"All of you here are warriors assembled for justice!"

The man whose body was full of fat shouted to the group of people dressed as civilians in the room:

"Although the brave man regretfully failed to accept this glorious act of justice, it is harmless! In the whole of Pali, only the soldiers defending the city and the guards of the palace were left. An easy thing that can be easily broken."

"Our private property is deprived! The harsh taxation, even because of the famine, we can't even have enough food. This-is it bearable?"

"cannot!"

"can not stand!"

The anger and resentment of the people, which were small and negligible, were simply magnified and ignited.

This is fools.Blind obedience, numbness.

Such a clumsy speech is not even sensational.

"This is a just battle for private property! We who are oppressed by tyranny must-"

What does it matter to those civilians?There is no property, and although there is a famine, the people in the capital will never starve to death.

"Resist!"

"revolution!"

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In just five days, the time-defying emperor captured seven cities with only a few hundred riders.

Under the freeze of time and the ice of the blue-haired knight, any resistance is a futile puppet show.

The reinforcements from Parry and all over the world have already assembled in Rollin.

Those who were once protected are now trampled and invaded by him.

"I... just want to do something for Ferrance, for my people, and for the people and country she loves instead of Allen." Finally, he could rest for a while, the blond boy kept saying this Said the knight guarding him.

"No matter what you do, I will support it! Even as an evil and unjust invader." The blue-haired boy's unwavering gaze expressed his determination.

"Lance, thank you, idiot."

"boom--"

At this time, the door was slammed open with a heavy sound.

The red-haired brave man ran into the door with an anxious expression on his face, panting heavily, there were still magic patterns on the exposed skin that hadn't had time to disappear.

"Fei Aiwei!" shouted in unison.

"The people of Parry are ready to start a revolution! Hurry back!"

!!!

As these astonishing words were spoken, an eerie silence fell in the room.

"...Because of... the famine?" The blond boy asked in disbelief.

"How come?" Also unbelievable, there was a blue-haired knight.

"Because you moved those disgusting businessmen... Please hurry back! If necessary, let me help..."

"I know, my interests have been touched, I'm too impatient, I'm really incompetent! As a half-hearted king." At such a time, the blond boy was more optimistic than the always nervous Lance.

He wanted to say something, but the boy's mouth was blocked.

"Thank you, Fei Aiwei. I will rush over now. As a righteous brave man, there will be another massacre without distinction between the enemy and the enemy. Even the Pope won't come back?"

"......"

"Goodbye! My best friend! Maybe it's okay... No matter what, they are all my people!"

Allen put his hand on the red-haired boy and applauded, and Lance on the side also stacked on top.

"you......."

"Haha, it's been a long time, right? Then, we must win!"

The three teenagers hugged each other tightly.

"Let's go! Lance! Let's go out with the emperor! It's a pity that Gilman has to give up halfway."

"Finally, as Emperor Ferrance, I order you, brave—don't follow!"

"...Alan, Lance!"

Looking at the backs of his companions, he lowered his head.The red-haired boy began to write letters using the desk, pen and paper in the room.

It was a letter to his new friend Behemo.

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The revolutionary army, called the army, is actually nothing more than a group of mobs who have not received any training at all, hacking around with weapons funded by businessmen.

But it was this group of mobs who had already attacked the gate of the palace.

Everyone is a citizen of Ferrance, and they are even familiar with each other. Compared with the guards who are cautious everywhere, the civilians can swing their knives mercilessly.

The city was in chaos, and many poor people took this opportunity to burn, kill and loot wantonly.

The blond-haired and silver-armored emperor rushed into the city with his army.People who bully the weak and fear the hard will not even have the courage to stop them.

"I'm here to ask everyone, I'm fighting outside for the country, and the food and property I expropriate are all for the purpose of expanding the territory. What qualifications do you have for revolution?"

The time-reversing emperor stood on his horse and shouted.

"..." No one dared to answer.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, if we give up now, wouldn't we be finished?" Someone shouted.

"Yes! Kill him!"

"Overthrow him!"

In the crowd, many people were familiar faces, even as Allen, he could meet them every day.

Even the relatives of the soldiers were among them.

You can sacrifice your life for the country, you can slay the enemy's sword, but you can't swing it down on the people.

But the revolutionaries had no scruples, and were even proud of it.

"...Go back to the palace!" The silver light enveloped half of Parry, and the revolutionaries in it seemed to be petrified, and their movements stopped for a second.

"Stun them and go back to the palace!" Such an enchantment cannot last, not to mention that there are so many mobs.

No matter who they are, they can't take action against them, even if they betrayed the empire.

The lumberjack's son.

Blacksmiths in Lampard Street.

Owner of Harrow Bakery.

.......

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It was destined to be a sleepless night.

Outside the palace decorated with dazzling treasures, there are revolutionaries who are constantly clamoring.

A mob, made up of everyone you know, a mob.

People who are easily incited to protect.

"If Allen was here, what would he do? Probably the same..."

The blond boy asked while lying in the arms of the blue-haired knight.

"Everyone in the Knights and Guards has been dismissed, right?"

"...Yes, Father led them to evacuate from the secret passage."

"Then why don't you go?"

"Haha." The blue-haired boy scratched his head and smiled innocently: "Because I am the knight who swore to protect you to the end of the world!"

"It's a pity that this country and this land can no longer be expanded. Gilman and Vistor will probably regain their lost territory in the near future, right?"

The blond emperor said to himself: "The emperor who invaded others was overthrown because of the exploitation of the people, right?"

"This is Allen's share, this is Allen's empire, this is Allen's people! Can't hurt...I can't run away again."

"I'm just sorry for Fei Aiwei." Lance laughed.

"Yeah, then, sorry, Lance, since we can't attack civilians, and we can't retreat, then—"

A blond boy like the sun, shining in the dark night.

"Let's exit in the most magnificent way!"

This farce, no matter how magnificent it is, has its moment to end.

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"Look! What's going on!" shouted the revolutionaries who surrounded the palace but dared not enter.

The palace is on fire.

The raging flames, like an insatiable snake, devoured this majestic palace.

until it burns out.

"Sorry, Alan, I broke my promise." In the sky, the red-haired boy was riding on the golden-blue dragon, overlooking the closing time.

Flames, endless flames.

"I'm still here, but it seems to be too late......"

"Goodbye, drag queens and muscular jerks."

"I'll have my revenge, I swear."

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Thanks

My good friend Bessemo:—

As a righteous brave man, I cannot stand oppressed people.

Please pass on Mordel and ask him if he is interested in liberating Vesto.

If anything, in return for freeing Vesto for him, I'd like—

You can transform Ferrance as new reformers.

I want the lives of those merchants and revolutionaries in Parry.

— Your friend Fay Avi

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